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Whoever coined that phrase either had never had a baby, or meant something entirely different by it.

At any rate, last night Cooper gave me EIGHT blissful hours of sweet slumber.  Kenny and I went to sleep about five minutes after Cooper did, charmingly wrapped in a hug, and we all woke up eight hours and ten minutes later to a gentle billy goat cry.  Heaven!

Today it is windy and chilly at the beach, but we still managed a few hours in the sand this morning, and will no doubt return post-nap time for some kite flying.  I have been deeded another “lunch break” and have found myself to the same internet cafe, hot coffee in hand and the remnant crumbs of a salad-plate-sized cookie by my side. 

Kenny is sleeping off his morning beach frolic and Cooper is hopefully snoozing with Casey while I am away.  Or at least contentedly hanging out.   He’s a funny little guy.  He seems to have four speeds: Sound Asleep (50% of the day), Barely Asleep and Gagging on Spitup (20%), Awake and Mellow (20%) and Awake and Screaming Like a Banshee (10%).  But let me tell you, that Banshee time is gut-wrenching enough to make you swear it’s half the day. 

He has his two month check-up on Tuesday and I’m hoping that his pediatrician will prescribe something for reflux, which I am certain is what plagues him everytime I try to lay him down after nursing.  Nurse him to sleep my foot!  I have to keep him upright for at least twenty minutes or he starts vomiting like a college freshman.  The problem with that is usually by that time he smells milk and thinks he’s ready to eat again. 

Ah.  I anyone had told me five years ago that I would one day be writing a blog about spitup, I would have clobbered them.  I love being a mommy.